Refill sighed, as he continued to walk. "What are we doing?" he asked his companion. "Dunno, looking for trouble, recruiting Epics for Penumbra?" Zip replied. "But why? Why should we be taking orders? We have as much right to rule as they do, I'm just as powerful as any fire Epic now, you can distort space itself! Why should we be subjugated?" These thoughts had been growing in refills mind steadily along with a sense of outrage. "What do you want to do about it? Resisting will just get us stabbed by our own shadows or whatever else the slontze can think of" Zip replied, hopelessness seemed to have overcome him. "We can form a team, we can recruit the others we know of, form an alliance, put a stop to all these so called high Epics lording it over us, we all deserve the right to rule ourselves and whatever Vanillas we find! We shouldn't be subjugated, we should fight back!" Refill practically yelled. A spark of hope gleamed back in Zip's eyes at these words, the notion that he'd be able to stop hiding held a strong grip on him.
"You really think we could? Fight Altermind, fight Corpsemaker!?" Zip queried, ever the skeptic. "I mean flamethrowers are all well and good for you, and that idea with the blood sounded useful, but what am I supposed to do, shrink people to death? What about Jingleberry? Is she going to flirt them into submission?" "I don't know Zip, but those ideas Penumbra came up with, even weak powers like ours can be useful with a little thought, it's just a matter of being inventive! Epics like Altermind or Penumbra, they don't need to be inventive they just throw their full power and hope for the best, but we can beat them with this!"
Hammelin watched with satisfaction as the blood spatter her clothes, one of his shots had hit her in the leg, weakening her for the oncoming hoard. Then he stared in amazement as her wound slowly knit itself back together, the glowing white ball in her hand diminishing. Healing Epic!? damnation! She yelled something at him and threw one more of the dark balls towards him, none of his rats were close enough to shield him, he tried to duck it but as he did the ball exploded and a spear of darkness speared through him, as the doorway collapsed around him. In his final death throes he sent out a psychic scream to all of his rats, those closest to him writhed and died from the intensity of the link, those further out just started squealing and ran. His empire in ruins, Hammelin closed his eyes for the last time.
Soulswitch attempted to grin with the grifffins mouth as he watched Chimera dispatch of the knight, it didn't work too well. Blasted beaks, I can never work out how exactly to move them, it took me three weeks to work out how to fly, and yet after over a year I still can't move the mouth. He landed and took his own form again as the rest of the Chimerans marched off. "Well, that was exciting. Who did you piss off? I thought you were supposed to be a noncombatant?"
Jeff savored the taste of the caramel slice, the crumbs sticking to his lower lip. "Mmm, yes.. Rightwards ishn't particularly protective of his warriors." he mumbled through a mouthful of pastry, then swallowed. "Well, except maybe the dinosaurs, he seemed a bit annoyed when I nearly blew them up." He looked over to the group, so unlike most Epics he'd ever known or heard of, those that had been the subjects of study at the lab had all been understandably annoyed at being captured and held, though a few had been there voluntarily. "He seems to be expanding lately though, it's only been a day and he has two new Epics?" "Excuse the interruption but someone approaches, three of them." Marigold said, a cricket balanced on one finger.
